Something had gone wrong.
When Yang Qing, Bu Er, and the others returned to the surface of the Lake and saw the bodies strewn across the ground, that was the only thought that flashed through their minds.
And judging by their appearance, there was no telling how these people had died.
There was no blood, nor any wounds. All of them had only one thing in common.
Their eyes were wide with terror or shock.
Yet there was not a trace of life in those eyes.
"Ancient texts say that whatever people see in a state of extreme terror will linger in their eyes for a while."
Looking at those people who had died with their eyes still open, Yang Qing recalled something he had heard.
"So examining their eyes might help us find some clues."
As he spoke, Yang Qing bent down and stared straight into the eyes of the corpse nearest him.
Sure enough, besides his own reflection, he saw something else in the dead man's eyes.
But it was a shapeless blur. Even after looking carefully several times, Yang Qing could not make it out.
Bu Er and the others examined several bodies as well, reaching much the same conclusion as Yang Qing.
Though he had seen nothing clearly, Yang Qing became even more convinced of his earlier judgment.
These people most likely had not been killed with any weapon. Instead, they had encountered someone or something that terrified them beyond measure. Unable to escape or fight back, they had been frightened to death in their extreme panic.
Though Wood's clansmen were not particularly capable, they had already received Yin-Yang Blood. Their bodies were far superior to those of ordinary people, both in toughness and in their ability to withstand blows.
Yet however superior they were, they